A heaping third helping of Idaho Pics
I just had to post another set of pictures from Idaho.
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This one below was one of the best ones during the entire 3 weeks I was there. The 2nd day I was there, I drove out of town for just 6 miles and found this scene with superb "golden hour" evening light.
Here's another "dead wood" picture, with those great browns and textures built up over a few centuries.
The Little Lost River Range has its own ruggedness and charm. Bell Mountain dominates the skyline, far above the sagebrush-covered rangelands.
This area of Idaho also has its share of volcanic rock formations that captivate the imagination.
My ski lift ride to the top of Sun Valley Ski Area allowed me to capture these abundant wildflowers at the peak of bloom.
Labels: Bell Mountain, corral, flowers, Idaho, Little Lost River Range, volcanic
posted by Larry Harrell at 7:51 PM
4 Comments:
I want to enter for the lost ranch picture
"The Little Lost River Range has its own ruggedness and charm. Bell Mountain dominates the skyline, far above the sagebrush-covered rangelands."
Here's why...
Well, lately I've been really kind of struggling. I wake up, go to school, sit in six class rooms with dull white walls and dull voiced teachers, doing dull work for six dull hours. Then I come home, and work on homework for a couple hours, eat dinner, work on homework, go to sleep.
Then wake up and repeat.
Life is so dull and boring. Sometimes I just want to give up. But I was looking at that picture of yours, and it just really inspired me.
To me, it kind of shows the beauty of the world I live in- the world I'm a part of. And the run down gate on broken hinges represents how boring my life can be. But it's a part of this incredibly beautiful picture, so I step back and I think, man, my life is dull. But I live in such an exciting, interesting world!
And even deeper, I think about how the broken down ranch shows that eventually mankind will fall into ruin, and that I will die. But I'll still be a part of this beautiful world. My ashes will be spread to fertilize the new world, and all that grows will be, to an extent, me. So even though I will die and all I know will too, and the memory of my existence will fade, nature will remember me and I will live on forever in her embrace.
So when life gets me down, I look at this picture, and I see the grandeur of everything. That's why I hope to have my own copy of that picture to look at when life takes a nasty turn.
I love the mountains,
I love the rolling hills,
I love the flowers,
I love the daffodils.
I love the fireside
When all the lights are low.
Boom dee a da, boom dee a da
Boom dee a da, boom dee a da
I love the feeling it has...unreal and so real at the same time!!!
Since I am in the JUNGLE....I dont get to see alot of snow tip mountains or lush green meadows....sigh.... did I mention how much I miss the fresh cool air....that picture lets me smell and feel it....
Oh which one I mean you ask....now the one but not only (hint hint)...is ...Little Lost River Range!!!
Keep up the greatness in your work!
Lost peaks and pastures is amazing!!! I can't believe how you can get lost in such a wonderful picture...it's timeless and, while technically has a location, could be any peak or forest USA.
This comment is, like turbo's, about lost peaks and pastures.
Today was incredibly cold. I mean, a cold day when, sitting in my car I see my breath. So anyway, this wintry morning I was sitting in my somewhat warm house, drinking some very hot tea, and I was looking at your pictures. When I saw Lost peaks and pastures, I felt really optimistic about the day. It made me think of this poem I read back in seventh grade...
(By Henrey Wadsworth Longfellow)
"The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the moldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the moldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary."
I don't know why, but I've always really liked that poem. So on this dark, plain, and very cold morning, I felt about as dreary as if it had been raining for a week. But when I saw this picture, I thought "there is where the sun's still shining." It was just so bright and warm and comforting, it gave me that little boost for me to get through the day. It's not a particularly deep meaning, but to me this picture just symbolizes optimism. I think I had a much better day because of this picture than I might have otherwise.
-TL
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